Great British Summer

SIBLING HQ was apparently closed for a weeks holiday but no one told Sid, Joe and myself or that’s how it felt and so Sid decided to take things in-hand and arranged for us to head to the South Coast for the day. And WHAT a lovely day we had: sea, quite a bit of sun, fish and chips, marvelling how beautiful Eastbourne looked and then pudding post me being all Grey Gardens on Beachy Head. It was so windy that Sid was blown over a low fence! Thanks God for the fact that Joe and I (standing at the top of the hill) could see Guy cracking up with laughter that we realised that he’d not been puffed totally over the cliff…. unlike the contents of Mr Softie’s ice cream van. Cones everywhere!